[It's a response he should have expected, Scaramouche for as long as he's known him has been a terribly unpleasant person and one of the people least liked by the Harbingers as a collective, and this is why. Childe shoots the other man an exasperated look, not impressed with how he's decided to react to seeing his innermost workings. He's never been afraid to shy away from who he is as a person, but to be dismissed like that- it annoys him and he can feel his temper spike, simmering beneath the surface.]

Oh? I'm boring? You'll have to excuse me for not having hundreds of years of failure under my belt to entertain you.

[That simmer makes his fingers itch, wanting to duke it out with Wanderer right here, right now. But as it stands, they are both hooked up to the machine, and he'd have to sever the connection to do so...which could be disastrous.]

I didn't ask for your judgement. We're supposed to be operating one of these giant robots together, you know. If you're not interested anymore, I'll be more than happy to fight you instead of monsters...